Chapter II
"So did you wreck anyone else's life while you were gone?" I started while nonchalantly looking around the T.A.R.D.I.S. It didn't look any different from the last time I'd been inside, So maybe he is the same Doctor I knew...I'd assumed he'd changed in some way over four years, perhaps it was me who changed.
"Actually I was looking for you." He replied. I paused where I was then turned to look at him. "The T.A.R.D.I.S. had a bit of a malfunction, I was stuck in 2014 for a while until it could be fixed by the time it was fixed I came here to find four years had gone by." There was a pause as we both were silent. After a few minutes The Doctor spoke again. "What was it like...Four years during the time of witches?" The Doctor chuckled as he gave me a cocky smile.
I laughed and said "Suspicious. Look at someone the wrong way and suddenly you're a witch. Staying inside to avoid everyone doesn't work either, they'll think you're performing necromancy."
We laughed together. I smiled and it felt foreign. I hadn't smiled in so long I'd thought I'd forgotten how. The Doctor and I laughing...it almost felt like old times. The times when we would joke without a care in the world. My laughter faded as my mind went back to old times. The days before the worst day of my life.
Not only had The Doctor's companion died because of me but others as well, others I cared about. I couldn't help my mind from travelling back to the day I lost my family.
The first time I met The Doctor...Our family had been trained assassins for such a long time, the backstory for this reason was not a pretty one. Long story short we were assassins in order to hunt down and kill those who would bring sadness and pain. I was entrusted with a new target at a formal party held by British royalty. Faking a guests name to get in was easy, finding the target was even more so. However committing the act had to wait until the target was alone. As I was watching the target it seemed he didn't move more than an arms length away from the crowd, suspiciously I thought, Does he know he's being targeted?
Before I had time to react someone from behind crashed into me. We both fell to the ground. "Hey!" I yelled.
"Sorry, my fault, tripped on a...tripped on a something!" The man stood up awkwardly as he tried to explain. This man was a strange one indeed. He wore a tan suit with suspenders under and a white shirt tied with a purple bow tie. "Excuse me…" The man trailed off then ran away. Not long after I saw a young girl chasing after him calling back to him as 'Doctor'.
I dismissed what happened and turned back to my target but when I did he was on the floor. Or at least his skin was, standing on top of it as if he just stepped out of a full body suit was a giant humanoid looking figure. However it wasn't human at all. The head was so large it took up most of its neck, the skin was dark and it glistened under the chandelier. The cocktail I'd been holding dropped to the ground.
My target has turned into an overgrown potato...that'll make for a great report on why he wasn't eliminated! All thoughts were gone as the overgrown potato pulled up a large gun and threatened everyone there. As the attendants tried to escape the party more potato men showed themselves to be posing as guests. Soon we were surrounded.
Every person in attendance to the party was held captive. The culprits began speaking in a language known only to themselves. I'll be damned if this is how I die! I'm getting myself out of here! Easier said than done. Luckily though my skills as a trained assassin came in handy in a time like this. I began to sneak away from the party. I had positioned myself next to an exit if something went wrong. Who could have known I'd be using it to get away from angry potatoes?!
When I was outside the room where the hostages were being held I ran like hell. Little did I know more of those men had worked themselves into every room and hallway this place had. I was found when I reached the end of the hallway.
More potato men chased me, I ran faster down another hallway. I looked frantically for an exit however the party was held on the fourth floor. Even if I jumped I'd die from the fall. Dammit these things planned it this way didn't they! It was too perfect, the situation favoured the opposing party too well. My mind raced thinking of ways to get out when suddenly my collar was tugged...hard. Whatever grabbed me pulled me into a room right as I rounded a corner. I felt a hand over my mouth, it let go when my chasers footsteps were out of earshot.
The minute the hand was released I pulled my gun from my thigh, turned around and pointed it at whomever pulled me in here. I saw hands go up immediately.
"Whoa, fiesty one ain't she, Doctor?"
"Yes, if I do say so myself." The man the other referred to as Doctor extended a hand. "Hello! I'm The Doctor." He smiled, very friendly despite the situation.
I didn't take his hand instead kept the gun pointed at them. The woman next to this doctor had shoulder length brown hair, her face looked happy and quirky. She didn't look like a threat in any way. The doctor looked just like any other normal guest. Aside from his purple bow tie...Wait a minute! Purple bow tie? The Doctor? This is the man I saw earlier. Just then I recalled a letter I'd gotten a week ago. It was addressed to me, from myself but I didn't remember sending anything to myself. What was strange about it was how old it looked. The letter had to be from the eighteenth century or earlier. It talked about a man named The Doctor...It was a stretch to think this but there was a long passed down tradition in my family of assassins. It dated back to our origins, apparently my great great grandmother was accused of being a witch and sentenced to death along with her family at the time. Her husband, my great great grandfather tried to escape but was led astray by a man who identified himself as The Doctor. That made no sense! This man in front of me can't be the same man! He'd be thousands of years old!
I kept the gun pointed at them as my mind processed a logical explanation. This must have made The Doctor uneasy. "Nothing? You're not going to say it?"
"Say what?" I demanded.
The man smiled then said, "Doctor Who?" The girl beside him giggled. I couldn't think of anyway these two could be a threat so i took a chance and put my gun away. "Thats better! See we're all friends here! Now back to the plan, how to get rid of these aliens!"
"Aliens? Are those the things that crashed the party?" I asked him as he ran around the room that held what looked to be some sort of alien technology. For the first time I noticed the room had a circle that was held on a stand which was connected to wires that were sprawled in every direction on the floor. The Doctor started connecting wires to the circle and fumbling around with various things in the room.
"Sontaran's actually! I know they look like overgrown potatoes, but trust me those aliens can be evil!"
"Doctor whats the plan?" The girl asked as she turned towards him.
"Good question Clara! And a good answer I do not have!"
"What?!" I started, "Then what are you doing?"
The Doctor stopped and looked at me. "Trying something. But I'll need more than one person, won't you help?"
I pondered this for a moment as the letter came back to mind. Stay away from the man with the purple bow tie...It said...But surely there is no other way to get out of this situation. Finally I answered, "Well, seeing as my target turned into an angry potato...yes, I'll help."
That was the day I sold my soul away. In the end The Doctor's plan didn't work out the way he'd hoped. One of the aliens pulled a ray gun but the girl, Clara stepped in front of The Doctor before he could be harmed. She was blast to ashes instantly. After that The Doctor crumbled to the ground over losing his companion, it was up to me to get us out of there. I took down their leader and fled with The Doctor inside his T.A.R.D.I.S. For a long time after that he wouldn't speak, just dropped me off at the motel I'd been staying at. When I stepped outside I realized we'd been inside a police box but we were somehow in front of the motel. I looked around to be sure I was really there and not in some illusion but when I turned back to The Doctor's blue box he was gone.
The next day he came back and asked if I would join him, there was no trace of the sorrow that filled his face the day before. He asked me to come away with him…I said yes.
"What's that face for? What are you thinking?" The Doctor broke me from my daydreams.
"Nothing, just daydreaming. Being alone for four years I didn't really have anything to do but think, old habits die hard I guess."
"Well, enough of that boring stuff! We're travelling through time! Where do you want to go? Runi, Nanaea, Asgard or perhaps you want to see the earth in the time of pharaohs and egyptians?"
The Doctor said while running around the T.A.R.D.I.S hitting what looked like random buttons before coming to a stop beside me. I couldn't help but smile. "How about, victorian england! I do love seeing you in a victorian tux!"
The Doctor smiled back, then he turned back to the T.A.R.D.I.S. and shouted, "Geronimo!"